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| Body | "We have a new assignment tomorrow." My boss says, leaning against his desk.<br /> "Where to go?" I ask.<br /> “Hilton Head Island. Pack some formal clothes in case we rub elbows with some powerful people.” He walks towards me.<br /> “Sounds good. Are we undercover for this job?” I stare at him.<br /> ”Yes. We'll come up with a backstory.“ His hand is on my waist.<br /> “Why don't we just pretend to be a couple?” I can feel my hands sweating. <br /> “Smart. That's the most plausible reason.” He smiles.<br /> ————————<br /> BOBBI<br /> "I've been here all morning and he still hasn't shown up. At this point it's almost lunchtime and I haven't done a single thing today. It just seems weird to me."<br /> "I told you, Tyson keeps odd hours." Jessica's reassuring voice comes through my phone's speaker.<br /> "But it's my first day and I have no idea what I'm even supposed to be doing.”<br /> "I told you everything you need to know."<br /> "You did not. You said in addition to my computer skills I'd also be answering the phone and doing some clerical type of work."<br /> "See. I did tell you."<br /> "Jessica, there's no business phone here."<br /> "He probably locked it up in his office."<br /> "Alright, I ‘ll try to find, but..."<br /> "Sorry, hon, but I need to go. You can find the phone." And she hangs up.<br /> I'm starting to think I never should've listened to Jessica. When she told me she was changing jobs and thought I should take her position, I should've politely declined. At the time, I was working from home, like many people do now. But when she reminded me I'm barely twenty-six years old and suggested maybe I needed to return to the real world, I guess it struck a nerve.<br /> It takes me several attempts—nineteen to be exact—but I finally catch the tumbler just right so the lock turns over and the door pops open.<br /> Too dark to see anything, I reach blindly through the opening and feel around on the wall until I find the light switch.<br /> Once the room is lit up, I muster the courage to push the door wide open and step inside. I have to say, at first sight it's very disappointing. His office is nearly as empty as the room out front.<br /> There's an old metal desk in the middle of the room, like the one I've been sitting at all morning. Behind the desk there are several black duffel bags stacked against the wall in a corner.<br /> I poke around the desk and check inside the drawers but don't find anything. It's completely empty. Weird.<br /> I run over to the door and check the front room again to be sure I'm still alone. I am.<br /> There are four, no five, bags total and they're all exactly the same. I don't see any name brand or decals on the solid black bags. They appear to be cheap, generic polyester. But upon closer inspection they're a thicker canvas material.<br /> I lift one from the top of the pile and place it on the floor before dropping to my knees. It seems full and it's heavy enough for me to need both hands while moving it.<br /> My heart is racing as I grab the strap and start to unzip the bag. I can almost hear it beating over the sound of the floor creaking under my feet.<br /> I move to adjust my feet and remember I'm kneeling. It wasn't me making the floor creak.<br /> I immediately spin around to see a man standing in the open doorway smiling at me. "Hi."<br /> And oh my God, he's gorgeous.<br /> "Jessica sent me." It's all I can think of right now.<br /> "To steal from me?" He laughs a little, and I think my heart may have just skipped a beat.<br /> "I was looking for the phone." Did I really just say that?<br /> "Well, it's definitely not in there." He points down to my hand, which is still firmly gripping the strap of the duffel bag.<br /> Why am I still holding the strap?<br /> "I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I can't believe this is how I'm meeting my new boss on my first day. Wait, you are my new boss, right?"<br /> God, I hope so. Look at that body.<br /> "No, I'm not your new boss." He steps in, closing the door behind him. "I'm your new daddy."<br /> What?"I'm not sure what you mean." I get up to leave but there's nowhere to go. He's standing in front of my only way out.<br /> "I think you know exactly what I mean." He takes off his shirt and slowly unbuttons his pants as he approaches. He shifts from side to side, herding me back and into the corner until I trip and lose my footing on the stack of duffel bags.<br /> I end up on my stomach and before I can turn over or get up, he's on me. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck. "Don't fight it."<br /> Grabbing my hips, he moves me onto all fours in front of him. He's too strong and I can't stop him, or maybe it's that I don't want to stop him.<br /> The skin of his stomach gently touches the small of my back and I feel something else suddenly pressed up against my hip. And it's huge.<br /> I reach back, desperately trying to get my hands on what must be the most beautiful...<br /> "Hello... anybody home over there?"<br /> Why is he waving at me?<br /> "I asked your name." He's still standing by the door, and he looks confused. "I told you mine and now you tell me yours. That's how these things usually work."<br /> Jesus Christ, I really need to stop reading so much smutty romance.<br /> "Umm, sorry." I drop the bag strap and stand up. "My name is Bobbi."<br /> "Well, Bobbi Lee," he says with a half smile, "if you're all done rifling through my bags, I could use a minute or two alone here."<br /> "Of course." I awkwardly try to step around him and head for the door, but then I notice his shirt.<br /> "Well, plain old Bobbi Lee," he says with a half smile, "if you're all done rifling through my bags, I could use a minute or two alone here."<br /> "Of course." I awkwardly try to step around him and head for the door, but then I notice his shirt.<br /> "Are you okay?" The material is torn, and it looks like he's bleeding. "Is that blood?"<br /> "What? No, no." He lifts his t-shirt, revealing a large and very painful looking hematoma on his chest. "It's just a little bruise."<br /> "That's not little. What happened?" Before I realize what I'm doing, I've walked over to him and am tracing my finger along his skin around the discolored and swollen flesh.<br /> A smile flashes across his face. "It's no big deal. Some idiot shot me this morning."<br /> My eyes widen. "Someone shot you and it's no big deal?" I can't believe how casual he seems about it.<br /> "It was only a bean bag round, so I'm sure it looks much worse than it feels." He turns away, taking off his shirt, and I can take a hint.<br /> "Personally, I don't think a bean bag chair is worth getting shot over, but that's just me. I'm a futon kind of gal." Now I feel like I'm talking too much. "All right then, if you need me, I'll just be in the next room, staring at the wall like I have been all morning."<br /> "Oh yeah, the phone." He opens one of the desk drawers, pulls out an old, black flip phone, and tosses it to me. "I have the charger for it around here somewhere."<br /> "Are you kidding? How old is this thing?" It slips out before I can stop myself.<br /> "Is it old?" He seems completely unaware of how weird this is. "I thought flip phones were back."<br /> "Not the original ones."<br /> He laughs out loud, and I can see him grimace a bit at the end. "Well, I guess I'm kind of an original guy." He winks at me.<br /> "You're a little weird."<br /> "Says the girl I just caught snooping around her new boss's office, and on her first day too."<br /> He's got me there.<br /> "I know when I'm beat. So, I'm going to head back out and sit behind my desk." I turn to leave and hold the ancient cell phone up as I go. "Maybe I'll see if I can still get dial-up internet on this thing."<br /> As I sit down, I hear him punching the keypad to the closet I noticed in the back of his office. I hear duffel bags being slid across the floor and the grunts and groans of a man who's in more pain than he wanted to admit. I hear him step through the door and close it.<br /> And then I don't hear anything. Fifteen minutes go by without a sound from inside his office.<br /> What is he doing in that closet?<br /> The door is still wide open, so I get up and walk around the front room, pretending to stretch.<br /> His office is still empty and the door behind his desk is still closed.<br /> How big is that closet?<br /> The flip phone suddenly starts vibrating on the desk across the room and I quickly scramble back to silence it before he catches me in yet another embarrassing situation.<br /> Maybe I'll just stay put until he comes back out.<br /> The phone immediately vibrates again and a steady stream of text messages begin arriving over the next several minutes.<br /> Before I can finish scrolling through the tiny display, without a touch screen, I hear the door open inside his office.<br /> When he reappears, he's buttoning a new shirt and he's in a completely different set of clothes, at least as far as I can tell.<br /> “So how do I work? No computer.” I ask.<br /> “Don’t worry.” He said as he walked out of the office, returning seconds later with two of the black duffel bags.<br /> "This is for you." Slowly unzipping one of the bag, he pulls out a laptop.<br /> "Is there anything you'd like me to get started on today?" Gripping the edge of the desk, I roll myself back over and open the laptop.<br /> "There's a credit card in the side pocket of the bag. Feel free to set this space up however you'd like, within reason."<br /> "You want me to set this space up however I'd like?"<br /> He shrugs. "Within reason. And why not? You'll be the one working in it."<br /> "Okay. Is there anything else?"<br /> "You've got the phone, right?"<br /> "I do." I hold up the world's oldest flip phone.<br /> "Great. Just let me know if there are any messages I need to hear."<br /> "Is that all?"<br /> "Thankfully, yes."<br /> "All right then, is there anything else you need from me before I go?"<br /> “No.” He smirks before heading toward the door.<br /> I watch his back disappear from the door, preparing to plan the decoration of the office.<br /> ***<br /> TYSON<br /> "Umm, good morning?"<br /> Bobbi suddenly appears at the open door to my office.<br /> She's early.<br /> "Hey." I jump up and turn off the music. "You're here early."<br /> "I am here early and I was hoping to steal you for a few hours this morning, if possible?" Her smirk says it all.<br /> "Steal me?"<br /> Bobbi takes her time, slowly scanning the nearly empty room I'm now calling my office. "We still have some work to do here."<br /> “Yes, we will do it. But before that, accompany me on a mission.” I say.<br /> “Wow, it’s so cool. Where are we going?” She asks.<br /> “Follow me.” I reply.<br /> Once we're in my car and on the way, Bobbi asks again, "Where are we going?"<br /> "A few years ago, I took on a client—a married couple that needed help separating. I got the woman settled into a new life down here at the beach. But…he's found her."<br /> "What's the plan, boss?"<br /> "I'm going to drive straight up to her cottage, go inside, pick her up, then escort her out of there."<br /> "And if her husband is there?"<br /> “Could I have let him discover us?” I sneer.<br /> “Okay, let me look forward to it.” She says.<br /> Fifteen white-knuckled minutes later, we speed over the Cooper River Bridge and onto Folly Island.<br /> The roads are narrow, and I spot him the moment we turn onto her street. "That's him in the black pickup on the right."<br /> "Oh no. He is here. What are you going to do?" she whispers, as if Sharyn's husband might hear her.<br /> "Ignore him." I drive right by his truck and straight into the driveway. "At least for now. Get out and walk straight to the side door. I'll be right behind you."<br /> She immediately does exactly what I instructed and within seconds we're inside.<br /> "Bobbi, this is Sharyn. Sharyn, this is Bobbi."<br /> I dispense with the quick introductions and get to the point. "Are you ready to go?"<br /> “Yes.” She answers immediately.<br /> “Let’s go.” I say.<br /> We quickly return to the car, and at that moment, a rampaging car appears on the road. Ron stick his head out of the driver's seat, "Don't even think about running away, Sharyn, you can never leave me."<br /> "Leave me alone!" Sharyn ducks down on the floor of the back seat, screaming, "Just leave me alone!"<br /> “What now?" she asks.<br /> "Don't underestimate my driving skills." I say.<br /> I start the engine and the car quickly merges into traffic. I haven’t raced in a long time and this is so cool.<br /> "I, I kind of want to throw up," she say.<br /> "Hang on, girl, I can get rid of him in a minute," I reply.<br /> "Thank you so much." Sharyn cries.<br /> "You're welcome, this is my mission." I say.<br /> Bobbi spends the next twenty minutes comforting and encouraging Sharyn as we drive back to the office. After I make some arrangements and book her flight, it's time to drop her off at the airport.<br /> "Thank you, both of you." Sharyn hugs us on the sidewalk outside the departure terminal.<br /> "This is for you." I hand her an envelope with as much cash as I could put together on short notice. "It's not much but it'll get you started. Let me know when you're settled."<br /> She tears up and hugs me again. "I cannot thank you enough. You're a saint."<br /> "Good luck, Sharyn."<br /> She turns and walks into the terminal without looking back.<br /> “I had a great day.” Bobbi watches Sharyn walking away and says.<br /> “Me too.” I say.<br /> ***<br /> BOBBI<br /> "Spill all the details about your new job," Lauren says over the sound of the blade in her hand hitting the wooden chopping board.<br /> I shift my weight on the bar stool and rest my forearms on the counter. "I was out with Tyson today taking care of some work-related stuff and he got a phone call that sent him rushing to the aid of a client in Folly Beach. He had helped her escape an abusive husband, and today the husband found her."<br /> "You're kidding me."<br /> I shake my head. "Nope."<br /> "What happened?"<br /> "We raced off to her house and got her out while her maniac husband trying to catch up with us."<br /> "Oh my God."<br /> "Right?" I squeal the question. "It was insane, and Tyson calmly raced until we were completely free of the man."<br /> "Jesus, a chase too? It sounds like an action movie."<br /> "It was scary but also exhilarating at the same time."<br /> I nod effusively. “He also gave Sharyn some money to start her life in another place. He was so kind.”<br /> "Wow. You like this guy, huh?" Lauren asks.<br /> I nibble on my bottom lip while I allow myself to ponder what my feelings for Tyson are. In terms of physicality, he fits everything I'm attracted to. But who doesn't like a tall, dark, and handsome man?<br /> “Maybe yes.” I say.<br /> “What are you going to do?" She asks.<br /> “Actually I_” The text alert goes off on my phone.<br /> Tugging it from my back pocket, I glance at the screen. "Hold on a sec, this is Tyson texting me."<br /> Still want to go away with me?<br /> Sure. Where are we going?<br /> Hilton Head Island. Pack some formal clothes in case we rub elbows with some powerful people.<br /> Okay.<br /> I'll pick you up at noon.<br /> Sounds good. Are we undercover for this job?<br /> Yes. We'll come up with a backstory.<br /> Why don't we just pretend to be a couple? That's the most plausible reason we'd be together.<br /> That works.<br /> I send him one more text with my address and then I meet Lauren's curious gaze.<br /> "I'm going away with him this weekend," I confess.<br /> "What?" she shrieks excitedly.<br /> "Calm down. It's for work. He said I handled today so well, he could use my help this weekend on Hilton Head Island."<br /> "Girl, you need to take advantage of this opportunity and seduce him."<br /> "Funny you mentioned that. I just suggested we pretend to be a couple."<br /> Lauren grins. "It's a sign."<br /> I laugh. "It's a sign all right.”<br /> "Because you're desirous," Lauren states.<br /> "You're not completely wrong, but I'm not going to seduce Tyson. In fact, I'm going to text him back and tell him I changed my mind." My thumbs tap against the screen, typing out the message. Lauren slaps my phone from my hold before I hit send, then grabs it from the table before I can.<br /> "What" I frown.<br /> "You're not going to cancel on Tyson," she states.<br /> "I'm not?"<br /> "Nope. You're going to pack your bag and be waiting when he comes to pick you up.<br /> My nose crinkles with concern. "He said to pack some formal clothes. What am I going to do?" I don't own anything that comes close to mildly dressy, never mind formal.<br /> "Leave that to me." Lauren rises and takes hold of my hand, drawing me to my feet. "I have a closet full of beautiful dresses just going to waste. I'm sure we can find something that will let you have intercourse..." |
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